I've got a love letter drafted in my head, been kinda busy to write it out.
Being busy is such a lousy and unacceptable excuse. Sometimes i'm really mad at myself for using busy-ness as a convenient excuse, I mean I really am busy, but that doesn't make it okay. Ideally I should never be too busy for my favorite people, and you're one of them.
I should really get back to doing more readings and writing my essays. Maybe I'll write to you again later.
I miss you. I'm so sorry for last Saturday. I promise to make more time, somehow. We should go watch a movie. Thats the closest i can get to lying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat in the dark, which in my head is one of the most romantic little things ever.
okay back to getting more work done.